What Is Not Fully Understood Is Not

Pain And Pleasure, Good And Evil, Come To Us From Unexpected Sources. It Is Not There Where We Have Gathered Up Our Brightest Hopes, That The Dawn Of Happiness Breaks. It Is Not There Where We Have Glanced Our Eye With Affright, That We Find The Deadliest Gloom. What Should This Teach Us? To Bow To The Great And Only Source Of Light, And Live Humbly And With Confiding Resignation.

Age Merely Shows What Children We Remain.

So, Lively Brisk Old Fellow, Don't Let Age Get You Down. White Hairs Or Not, You Can Still Be A Lover.

No Wise Combatant Underestimates Their Antagonist.

One Can Stand Anything Except A Succession Of Ordinary Days